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Thursday, February 07, 2008

Exactly one week ago today, I wrote a blog post in which I said that every time The Deal Was For The Diamond play a gig in Brighton, I end up having a personal crisis. I knew it was a good idea to tempt fate. TDWFTD are playing a free gig tonight at Hector's House (which is a pub, not a mate of mine), and boy, have I had a day and a half. I'd write it all down, but there isn't enough ink in the world.

So instead I'll focus on the good news. Which is that in between spending half the day on the phone, fighting for my working life with an HR department who understand that I haven't been employed for a number of years but would still like a reference from a current employer, and an Occupational Health department who understand that I no longer suffer from depression but are concerned that I might throw myself off a tall building if I'm forced to work bank holidays, I had the joy of visiting the Jobcentre to sign on for what, in an ideal (and possibly fantasy) world, would be the last time.

I was naturally looking forward to breaking the news of my job offer, and being congratulated on my success. Unfortunately it didn't go quite according to plan. I think the lady's exact words were "Why haven't you done anything since the 24th?". Apparently being offered a job doesn't mean you can stop looking for work. I don't know what I was thinking.